Chapter 2
Goku rocketed through the sky with Vegeta at his side. Gotenks had already unfused and the boys were home waiting for their fathers. Gohan was snuggled Into the warmth of his father's chest as Goku tenderly carried his son.
His outward demeanor was the same, calm collected.
But inside he was racked with guilt. His heart was breaking apart. He had just committed his comrade to a fate worse than death...
And then ran...
That galled him more than anything.
He looked over to the other saiya jin, speeding along side him. Vegeta's face was a mask of cool indifference. Goku felt anger well up like a primordial beast rising from the depths of his soul. He tried to squelch it, but it was too much to handle and soon it bubbled to the surface.
"Damn It Vegetal We shouldn't have left him there! That was the most dishonorable thing we have ever done! There must have been more that we could have done." He was shouting by this point.
"Shut the hell up, Kakarrot! We tried. The two of us together couldn't handle it. You know as a warrior that sometimes in a battle that sacrifices must be made. We simply made a deal," Vegeta said, his voice outwardly calm. Inside he was just as distraught as the other warrior was.
"Sacrifice?! How the hell can you be so cold Vegeta?! He wasn't an object to be 'traded' He was our FRIEND!!!!" Goku' voice was breaking as emotion filled his entire being.
Gohan, meanwhile, had regained conscience while the older warriors were arguing. He heard the entire conversation, but didn't comprehend it yet. Later, when he was well, did the import of this conversation sink In. Right now his thoughts were only on one thing.
" Piccolo san?" His thoughts were muddled, "Where are you?"
He tried reach his mentor through the mental bond they shared. He managed to contact him, but instead of the serene waves of peace he, usually felt, there was fear and pain.
Fear?
That wasn't right.
Piccolo san was never afraid.
Gohan felt even more confused. He tried to move In his fathers arms, but his abused body refused to co operate.
Goku, however noticed the movement. He looked down at his son and smiled.
Gohan's ebony eyes looked at his father. "Hey, son. How are you feeling?" He whispered to the boy.
Gohan smiled slightly.
"I'll be OK dad..." then the boy's forehead furrowed in confusion, "Dad? Where Is Piccolo san?"
Goku's smile faltered and he looked worriedly at Vegeta. Then he looked back at his waiting son.
"I will tell you when we get home, son."
Goku rocketed through the sky with Vegeta at his side. Gotenks had already unfused and the boys were home waiting for their fathers. Gohan was snuggled Into the warmth of his father's chest as Goku tenderly carried his son.
His outward demeanor was the same, calm collected.
But inside he was racked with guilt. His heart was breaking apart. He had just committed his comrade to a fate worse than death...
And then ran...
That galled him more than anything.
He looked over to the other saiya jin, speeding along side him. Vegeta's face was a mask of cool indifference. Goku felt anger well up like a primordial beast rising from the depths of his soul. He tried to squelch it, but it was too much to handle and soon it bubbled to the surface.
"Damn It Vegetal We shouldn't have left him there! That was the most dishonorable thing we have ever done! There must have been more that we could have done." He was shouting by this point.
"Shut the hell up, Kakarrot! We tried. The two of us together couldn't handle it. You know as a warrior that sometimes in a battle that sacrifices must be made. We simply made a deal," Vegeta said, his voice outwardly calm. Inside he was just as distraught as the other warrior was.
"Sacrifice?! How the hell can you be so cold Vegeta?! He wasn't an object to be 'traded' He was our FRIEND!!!!" Goku' voice was breaking as emotion filled his entire being.
Gohan, meanwhile, had regained conscience while the older warriors were arguing. He heard the entire conversation, but didn't comprehend it yet. Later, when he was well, did the import of this conversation sink In. Right now his thoughts were only on one thing.
" Piccolo san?" His thoughts were muddled, "Where are you?"
He tried reach his mentor through the mental bond they shared. He managed to contact him, but instead of the serene waves of peace he, usually felt, there was fear and pain.
Fear?
That wasn't right.
Piccolo san was never afraid.
Gohan felt even more confused. He tried to move In his fathers arms, but his abused body refused to co operate.
Goku, however noticed the movement. He looked down at his son and smiled.
Gohan's ebony eyes looked at his father. "Hey, son. How are you feeling?" He whispered to the boy.
Gohan smiled slightly.
"I'll be OK dad..." then the boy's forehead furrowed in confusion, "Dad? Where Is Piccolo san?"
Goku's smile faltered and he looked worriedly at Vegeta. Then he looked back at his waiting son.
"I will tell you when we get home, son."